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If forced to distill Christmas, I would choose to think of returning home from university in Montreal to my family in Ottawa for the holidays. I was young, 18 or 19, and ridiculously, I felt in full command of my life. Montreal was big and Ottawa was small and the future was an ever-stretching field…

As I’ve been the President of a UFO Club (FFSC– Friends of Flying Saucer Club) for almost 14 months, it’s my responsibility to pay close attention to all celestial activity. As most of you know, a full lunar eclipse took place over my “zone of observance” (Toronto) in the early morning hours of December 21st.…

On Sunday we went down to Yorkville to do a little bit of Christmas shopping and bathe in the luxury that all the stores promised. Madame Butterfly played boldly out into the day from an Italian restaurant and a silver Porsche– the engine revving conspicuously—circled the cramped streets with a predatory eye. Every second person…

December 17, 2010 Dear World Wildlife Fund: You think you’re so cool but you’re not. You are so not cool. Let me tell you why. The other day while fiddling around on the net, one of your stupid quizzes popped up in my mailbox. In spite of the fact that I am a very busy…

The other day I bought four postcards from an antique store on Queen East. Each one of the postcards were sent from New York City, by a man named Carter, to somebody named Matthew at an address in Kingston, Ontario. There were thousands and thousands of people on Fifth Avenue on Sunday. I was sitting…

As I am an inspiring Blog machine, I am often inundated with unique financial opportunities. The most recent one came via Santaletters.com, in which I was given the chance to write personalized letters from Santa– including intimate touches that only Santa would know, like the child’s best friend and hometown–to various children whose parents think…

The cab driver had a gentle manner, big hands and an easy smile. Leaning back, he asked me about the streetcar tracks that ran down the centre of Queen Street. He was from Ghana, it was his first winter in Toronto, and he was concerned that when the weather got cold the streetcar tracks would…

On Saturday, Rachelle and I went to Yonge Street to run some errands. Huddled beneath a blanket on the sidewalk were three people. The most confident of them, a man with a big, bushy beard and a scattering of teeth, lit up when he saw Rachelle. “Hey pretty lady! Look, look, I’m the original panhandler!!”…

On Thursday afternoon, Heidi—our Miniature Dachshund—and I went to play fetch in the dog park. Everything was fine for the first 10 minutes or so, and then Rex, a bounding Poodle five times the size of Heidi, came along. The dog was well behaved, playing fetch over on his side of the park, but all…